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Wrong on so many levels
Dec. 7th, 2002 08:21 pmI'm normally a pretty imperturbable person. Takes a lot to faze me or get me worked up.
Lori, however, has the most fiendish tools in the universe at her grasp, and she wields them with great skill and even greater malicious glee.
Bad slash.
And it's not just any bad slash, either. It's ill-conceived, badly written, poorly researched, pedophilic beastiality. And the worst part it, I don't even have to read it - Lori just sits down and tells me all about it. God.
So fifteen minutes later I'm hollering at the top of my lungs about how Blair is not 'delicate' or 'petite' in any way. Short, maybe, but for god's sakes, he tackles a full-grown man to the ground in the first episode! How bloody delicate is that? And my god, does this woman have pudding for brains, or is she just stupid - it's not like cats have fucking fishooks on their penises - they're little, irritating hairs! Take a fucking biology class and be accurate if you're going to delve into depravity.
Worst part is, I know she's going to do this to me at Escapade. I'm quiet, really. Sweet, I swear! And she'll get me in a corner of one of the panels, cursing up a storm just by inflicting one of her little finds on me. I can see it now. We'll all be ready to discuss the rise and fall of different media of discussion, mailing lists versus boards or something, and from one corner, I'll be yelling 'Sweet God, No! That's not even anatomically possible! You sick fuck! Get away from me!'
Edited to add: Rereading this entry, I thought I should add for the record: Lori is not the author of the marvelous pieces of tripe that she tortures me with. She just has an amazing ability, much like a truffle sniffing out pigs, of finding copious hordes of truly execrable slash.
Lori, however, has the most fiendish tools in the universe at her grasp, and she wields them with great skill and even greater malicious glee.
Bad slash.
And it's not just any bad slash, either. It's ill-conceived, badly written, poorly researched, pedophilic beastiality. And the worst part it, I don't even have to read it - Lori just sits down and tells me all about it. God.
So fifteen minutes later I'm hollering at the top of my lungs about how Blair is not 'delicate' or 'petite' in any way. Short, maybe, but for god's sakes, he tackles a full-grown man to the ground in the first episode! How bloody delicate is that? And my god, does this woman have pudding for brains, or is she just stupid - it's not like cats have fucking fishooks on their penises - they're little, irritating hairs! Take a fucking biology class and be accurate if you're going to delve into depravity.
Worst part is, I know she's going to do this to me at Escapade. I'm quiet, really. Sweet, I swear! And she'll get me in a corner of one of the panels, cursing up a storm just by inflicting one of her little finds on me. I can see it now. We'll all be ready to discuss the rise and fall of different media of discussion, mailing lists versus boards or something, and from one corner, I'll be yelling 'Sweet God, No! That's not even anatomically possible! You sick fuck! Get away from me!'
Edited to add: Rereading this entry, I thought I should add for the record: Lori is not the author of the marvelous pieces of tripe that she tortures me with. She just has an amazing ability, much like a truffle sniffing out pigs, of finding copious hordes of truly execrable slash.
